The Village

Seth’s Perspective

Zach had moved Izzy back to her own bed in the middle of the night. Once she was settled in, he came back to bed where I was lying awake waiting for him… this time he locked the door behind him. He jumped onto the bed and lay next to me on top of the covers, we were both in our boxers… frankly the sheets underneath were a little crusty from our earlier pre-Izzy-Interruptus-sexcapades. “So, where we?” Zach asked with a smirk, and before I could answer his tongue was in my ear and my manhood was tenting my boxers.

“Right there I think” I answered in a breathy voice, “yeah, that’s where we were.” After he got me nice and horned up working the g-spot in my ear he licked down the nape of my neck then moved to my lips.

He kissed me tenderly whispering, “Izzy stole your money shot” he laughed in the darkness. “now I’m gonna give it back.” He said as he licked down my body with his tongue and snaked the hardness out of my fly with his hand. It sprung free with exuberance like the clown out of a jack-in-the box. He pulled it up and let it slap down on the thin material of my boxers with a thwack. Zach jacked me off as his lips continued their journey down my body reaching my engorged glans. He kissed it, then licked it, and finally engulfed it. His warm mouth sheltering my hardness from the cold air of the drafty old bedroom was an amazing sensation and I decided to just kickback and enjoy it. I put my hands behind head, closed my eyes, and just enjoyed Zach sucking my cock through my fly. Zach knew every inch of my body, especially the seven inches he was currently stimulating. His hand moved down my shaft with his mouth following its every movement taking me inch by inch until his perfect nose was buried in the thin fabric of my underwear. I could feel his throat muscles grabbing me as he milked my cock, choked on its length, and begged for my seed.

My instinct was to grab his head, push my hips up and face fuck him but instead I just enjoyed the warmth of his mouth and the sensations of his hand and let him do the work. Oh god, it felt so decadent… a moment where I wasn’t taking care of a kid, or a villager, or going through my to-do list in my head, or mentally filling out a grant application, or worrying about what to make for dinner, or… or… whatever! It was a moment of pleasure meant for me… courtesy of my husband, the sexiest man on earth. My balls were aching and churning as he brought me to the brink of orgasm then stopped, leaving me begging for more. “Let me cum, Zach” I begged. He went back down on me working my manhood, twisting his hand and awaking every inch of me as he did. His free hand pulled and massaged my low hanging balls. It took him just a minute or two to bring me to the edge a second time, again he stopped. Goddammit! I was writhing out of my own body, almost floating above it all watching Zach swallow me whole and just appreciating the hell out of my orally talented husband. He was getting into edging me, and I needed to cum SO FUCKING BAD! I swallowed my own moans and groans so that he wouldn’t know how close I was and couldn’t stop me from cumming this time. It worked, FINALLY I silently shot my load down the back of his throat, my hands moved to the back of his head and clamped down just at the moment of climax… just holding him there. I heard him swallow, grunt, and gurgle as I shot wad after wad of my pent up juice down his struggling throat. My  shuddering body shot out the last several drops, and he suckled them out of me as if they were the very essence of life then licked my clean. When he finished me off, he came up and gave me a cum-filled kiss (that had kind of become our post blow job tradition over our years together).

We fell asleep holding each other face to face. The heat of his breath warming my face made me feel safe and loved. I was exactly where I wanted to be.

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The day we found Grayson, Ricky made sure he got settled in the empty studio on the second floor and introduced him to all the guys in the building making sure he was comfortable and felt like he belonged. The next morning, he brought him back down to my office before he drove off to work at BroMax Farm in his new pick-up. My therapy room had never been quieter than it was during the first part of Grayson’s session. He just sat there; he didn’t say a damn word. I tried small talk but it only got me a couple of grunts and one-word answers. Since he wouldn’t talk, I talked for the both of us… I outlined his best options as I saw them, based on the little information he shared with me the day before and was hoping my thoughts would prompt him to share more, you know… participate in the process. He told me a little about himself the day before, but now he just sat there in silence.

The little he had told me about his home life the day before made it sound like his parents were decent people who loved him, but his fear of rejection overshadowed that reality and he decided to run away instead of coming out to them. “Listen, Grayson” I said. “What would be the worst possible outcome if you decide to go home? What are you afraid of?”

He thought for a while then finally answered. “If I go home and they reject me, then I’m on my own. Forever.”

I thought that was an odd answer, “but you’re on your own now” I said. “So, what do you really have to lose?”

“By choice.” Grayson said looking me in the eyes for the first time as he answered. For the very first time since we met, there was true emotion in his voice. “I chose to leave, and they’re looking for me, it’s like I can still choose to go home if I want. If I go home and tell them I’m gay and they kick me out then I know I have no choice. No family to go home to. I don’t want to know that, Seth.” He gave me that same feigned smile he gave me the day before when I gave him the cup of coffee. “I still want to pretend my family wants me… at least for now.” I understood what he was saying. He wasn’t ready to learn the truth.

I listened closely to him, then responded, “well, do you think that maybe on some level they already know you’re gay?” He just sort of shrugged. “I understand you not being ready to go home now, but I think it’s something worth considering. Promise me you’ll think about it.” He nodded, then I handed him my phone, “You can stay here and we’ll help you get back on your feet, but you should at least call them so they know you’re safe. The police said they were going to reach out to them, don’t you think that call scared them a little? They’re probably wondering where the hell you are. Don’t you think they deserve to hear from you so they know for sure you’re okay?” I asked still holding the phone out to him. He hesitated before finally taking it from my hand and just holding it.

“No. No, I’m not ready to talk to them yet. I… I… I’m not ready to answer their questions about where I am, or what I am.” He said. His tone was interesting, he wasn’t really taking a stand, instead he seemed to be wanting me to push him. So, I did.

“Then don’t” I said. “Don’t answer their questions. Just tell them you’re okay.” It took some work but eventually I convinced him to call them; it was a short call and they were elated to hear from him. He told them he was fine, and they told him they knew he was gay and didn’t care, then pleaded with their son to come home. He declined and asked them not to come looking for him, they agreed only after he promised to keep in touch so they knew he was okay, and to think about coming home. He hung up the phone, then just sat there on the couch. After a couple of minutes, he started to cry, I sat next to him and hugged him. He rested his head on my shoulder and we sat there in silence while he sobbed. When he finally spoke again, he whispered, “How can I ever go back there after the stuff I’ve done? How can I ever be normal again?” The poor kid was filled with self-loathing. We had to get him past it. We just sat there for a while with him literally crying on my shoulder. Once he regained his composure, I took him to Rodney’s office and they spent some time together talking about jobs, goals, and his immediate needs.

While the two were meeting, I decided to call Taylor. Taylor was forced into a situation where he felt his only option was selling his body to survive (and maybe it was). I know he did a lot of things he was ashamed of before he got his life together and maybe if Grayson could hear his story and see how well he was doing it would give him a little hope or at the very least make him loathe himself a little less. Without giving him too much information, I told Taylor about Grayson and how the two of them ‘had a lot in common,’ Taylor understood what I was saying and agreed to take him to lunch and share his story. My thought was that talking to someone who… well… did some things they weren’t proud of, take control and turn things around might help him love himself a little more. Or at the very least, loathe himself a little less.

Rodney spent almost two hours with Grayson and they made a lot of progress. They called Ricky who didn’t hesitate to find him a place for him at the BroMax candle barn, he even promised to give him a ride to and from work every day starting the next morning. Ricky was a good guy and felt a personal responsibility for Grayson. Rodney reserved the studio he was staying for him at Harrington House for the next two months so he had a safe place to live, and the two of them worked on a budget and a savings plan. After just a morning at The Village, Grayson had a temporary home, a job, and a plan forward. When he was done with Rodney, he and I went into the therapy room for a quick session so he could update me on his meeting with Rodney.

“Listen” I said, “I know it can be weird having all of us suddenly circle the wagons around you to help, so I’ve asked one of the villagers, Taylor to take you to lunch.” I knew it was a little unorthodox but considering his circumstances and how skittish he was, I thought maybe he’d be more comfortable with someone who was more of a peer. “Taylor came to us last summer, he was in a pretty messed up situation, and the guy has really turned his life around. I just think it would be good for you guys to talk. Plus, it’ll give you a break from us for an hour or so.” I joked.” Are you good with that?” Grayson gave me his standard nod in response.

It was just about then that Taylor wrapped on the frame of the open door and with a brilliant smile asked, “Hey, got room for one more?” Grayson turned to see the stunning young man standing in the door frame. His long blond mane pulled perfectly into a manbun with just a few stray hairs sticking out here and there. The light coming from the hallway backlit him, giving him an almost aethereal presence. Grayson took notice… how the fuck could be not? At first there was a look of disbelief on his face, I mean c’mon. Taylor’s perfection was astonishing… and sometimes breathtaking, but then a brilliant smile befell his face.

“Hey Taylor, come in” I said. He entered the room and gave me a hug. Grayson had stood up by then and Taylor left our embrace, walked over to the boy, and introduced himself.

“Taylor” he said offering his hand to the stranger in donated clothes.

“Grayson” the young man responded without hesitation as he shook the hand of the magnificent specimen before him. I had to laugh to myself… it took me a couple of hours, a fight, and a run in with the police to learn his name, but he offered it to Taylor in less than a minute… one of the advantages to being hot, I guess. Taylor took a seat on the couch next to Grayson. I did my best to steer the conversation without steering it, I wanted so bad to just say ‘you were both selling yourselves on the street for cash. Taylor, tell him how you got past that and turned your life around’ but there were obvious privacy issues with that approach. After several failed attempts of me trying to put it out there without putting it out there, Taylor took control. “Listen Grayson, Seth called me because he told me my story might help you. All he told me was that we ‘had a lot in common.’ I have no clue what that means, so here’s my story in a nutshell” he said with an air of confidence. “My father killed my mother and then went to prison. I was ushered from foster home to foster home. When I turned eighteen, I was on my old and had sex with men for money to survive, I ended up half naked, without any money or possessions alone behind a hotel dumpster in Atlantic City when I finally got connected with Seth and The Village.” Taylor said in a factual tone, just putting it all out there. “So, what do we have in common?”

Grayson just stared at the stud, then laughed, “damn. That was a lot to take in!” His response was spirited and his face animated. He inhaled as he looked down at his lap summoning his courage, then exhaled as he raised his head then looked at Taylor. “I haven’t been through nearly as much as you have, but I ran away from home and hooked up with this guy who sold me for sex” he paused, drained by what he had just confessed. “I ran away, the guy found me in the alley and tried to beat me up.”

Taylor just looked at him, then asked, “can I hug you?” Grayson responded with his signature nod and the two embraced. I heard Taylor whisper “You’re safe here, buddy… these are amazing people.” I watched as Grayson gripped him tighter, I could hear him sobbing. “Let’s get the fuck out of here and have lunch” Taylor said as he pulled out of their embrace. “What are you in the mood for? I know a great cheesesteak place.” The two boys talked about where to go for lunch as they said goodbye and exited my office. I was proud of Taylor for stepping up, and proud of myself for thinking of bringing the two together to talk.

While they were out, I had my weekly session with Colton; he usually tried to schedule it during his lunch break so he didn’t lose pay. He had been in culinary school a couple of months and was loving it! He’d been offered a couple of restaurant jobs, but decided to stay at the docks through the summer because the money was better. He hoped to work overtime (especially over the summer) and put some more money away before he quit to pursue restaurant work… the guy had goals and when he decided to move on, he would have options. I was so damn proud of him, Ella too. She was a smart kid, doing so well in school and starting to investigate her options for college. She was still struggling with the court mandated monthly visitations with her mother, but she hung in there. I liked my sessions with Colton best. I spent most of my other sessions solving problems and putting the guys back on track, but my sessions with Colton were different. He always seemed to be moving things forward and always had something good to share, his sessions were always good therapy for me… the bright spot of my week and I typically walked out of there feeling great about what we’re doing. I was saying goodbye to him when Taylor and Grayson came back from lunch, Colton was working an extra shift when Ricky introduced Grayson around so the two hadn’t met. Colton invited the newbie up for dinner with him and Ella after his shift that evening. “I’ll warn you; my dinners are more like experiments lately but they’re usually edible” Colton laughed. I was sure Colton would share his story with Grayson when they got together. I hoped that all these stories would encourage him to reunite with his family… we didn’t get a lot of that at The Village. In most cases the guys weren’t estranged from their families by choice, but it seemed like in this case Grayson’s family could be a good, accepting support system for him if he opened himself up to it. I hoped he would really give it some consideration.

All in all, Tuesday had been a good day at the office, and I was excited to pick the kids up and make a meatloaf for dinner. YES! That’s what I said, I was excited to go home and make a meatloaf… ‘god, what have I become?’ I asked myself with a laugh. I got in the Audi and blasted my music on the way to Freddy’s school just feeling good about life. ‘I’m walking on sunshine” came on and I made a mental note to add it to my driving with the kids playlist. The kids loved singing in the car so I was on a mission to find fun 80’s and 90’s songs to sing together… you know, stuff that was upbeat, fun to sing, and … well had clean lyrics. I kept driving towards Freddy’s school singing out loud and enjoying my rare alone time. I was in a great mood. Honestly, I never even noticed the car driving on the wrong side of the road and coming right at me.

Zach’s Perspective

It was a long meeting, but a damn good one. We landed another high-profile case and the partners put me right in the middle of it all. It hadn’t even been a year since I passed the bar exam but the partners trusted me. My phone rang just as I walked out of the conference room, it was Seth calling. “Hey baby, I’m finishing up early and will be home about the same time you get there with the kids” I answered.

“Mr. Hall?” A deep voice asked from the other end of the line. It wasn’t Seth.

“Um. Yeah, who is this?” I asked in confusion. By that point I was in my office and packing up my stuff for the night.

“This is officer Lehman of the Wilmington police department; your name and number were programmed into Mr. Westin-Hall’s phone as his emergency contact. He’s been involved in an accident.”

“Oh my god, is he okay? Where is he?” I asked still confused and not sure what else to ask.

“He’s here at the scene with the paramedics, you should get down here as soon as possible” he responded, then he gave me the intersection.

I literally ran down the stairs and sped away in the GTI… I needed to get to Seth.

 

 

To be continued…